Helper teacher of magic girls' school

"Hehe, sir, how's the magical taste of direct restraint? You can't move, can you?

Moral has a grin that makes the regular person look at it and peel.

Naturally, it's not visible from the Jonathans.

"Come on, let's go to your husband."

Ugh! Ugh!

A little ghost suddenly screamed.

That's not the unintelligible word this demon was talking about until earlier, it's definitely a scream of pain.

I would have instinctively had a bad feeling.

Moral walked away from the little one at once.

Bachin!

A little ghost suddenly bounces and flies, turning into shattered pieces of flesh.

Moral hid himself in the shadow of the tree in an aggressive manner, avoiding its direct strike.

A shard (pieces) that made a noise there and was a little ghost stuck up.

There is no way a biological little ghost could suddenly explode.

It must have been magically 'terminated' to obliterate evidence.

Moral arms again when he is sure that the 'explosion' has subsided.

That was nothing more than a sign of intent to be sorry for her.

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Back then......

This is a room in the deepest part of a certain labyrinth.

Of course there are no windows, no doors. Who lives in this room?

Whether a wall shredded with a unique usage is the high magic of the fire attribute, or the burning breath (brace) that the demon throws up, it seems to be blown with some kind of high temperature flame and hardened by baking.

There was little light, the air was starving and the smell of smelled filled the room.

But there was also one bright spot in the dim.

A crystal sphere placed on a heavy wooden desk that does not fit the room at all is its light source.

"Hihihi, I ended up not knowing anything extra from the devil's guide goblin, but that wizard woman wasn't in the math. But it's a great ability while enemies. Good, really good"

A man in a lawsuit (robe) sitting in an old chair peeked into the crystal sphere and a squeaky voice leaked out of his mouth.

The coat I wore was thin and dirty, and my face looks like a man who wants to be nearly 70 years old with an old vibe.

"Hehe, you want it? That girl... you're going to be over 50."

An alien man standing beside an old man and speaking in a unique rhetoric.

It was a seemingly demonic appearance.

And I can tell by the words of a man today that an old man in a legal suit is surprisingly much younger than he looks.

"Hihihi, you disgusting bastard who already knows you're sucking up from my soul. No, I don't want to hold you as a woman. 'Cause I saw that demonic woman possess great qualities as a' dependent bill '."

The alien man who heard it murmured as if he was impressed.

"You know what?

"Minute or so! The fact that she is a Demon is immediately apparent from the Magic Wave (Aura) emitted by women. That woman is a human born dreamer."

The alien man who heard it smiled quietly.

And he questioned the man in the coat of law with no discouragement.

"You're a boulder. So, what do we do? Can you capture him?"

"Hihi, it's not funny just to capture. I'm not done testing my fortified goblin yet. I want you to work with the exams and the harvests."

The mouth angle of the alien man who heard it hung extremely high.

It is a fun and unpleasant expression.

"You're finally gonna crush that village? Don't get a lot of my favorite souls as well as that dreamer."

"That's the thing. Hihihi, and Nong can start new research again. I have a relationship with you."

The man in the coat who answered also laughed creepily.

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"So, are you okay? Are you all right?

Back from the battlefield, he wiped out the Ice Column defensive wall, and Moral came out scared. Jonathan and Emily cared about his safety.

Moral nodded bitterly.

"Good! Everyone's safe."

Come on, let's go.

Encourage Jonathan to move quickly.

Because this herd is not always the last.

And it came to pass, when Moral joined him, that the line was four, and he walked out again.

- In half an hour.

"Village!

Camille shouted happily.

One line reached the entrance of the village.

"Ooh, Camille for Emily! What happened to Mr. Randy?

A middle-aged farmer standing by the village gate surrounded by a simple protective fence finds his found face in the line and screams.

would be a village man serving as a guard around

"Yeah, Mr. Rodrig. Your father is still the king's capital. Then I have to report something to the village chief."

"What's going on?

When a man called Rodrig asks in surprise, Emily opens her mouth with a dark face.

"Large fierce...... there's another goblin that's been out lately. It was dangerous in quite a few."

Tension runs on Rodrig's face when he hears of an example goblin.

"What!? Emily, it's too late to say you're in danger. So, how many?

"Oh, first of all, there were 100."

"Hih, 100!? Well, that's... you're back alive a lot, aren't you?

The next time I heard 100 of them, the man who looked up at Jonathan and Moral, he said, "What about these people?" and stares with strange eyes.

"Jonathan is a knight, and Moral is a magician. I happened to be with him on the road and he helped me. If it weren't for the two of us, me and Camille would be in Goblin's stomach by now. I owe you my life."

Emily made it clear that Rodrigue roared, "Oh," and thanked him and bowed his head.

"Get to the village chief as soon as you can. I'll keep an eye on this place."

When Rodrigues passed through the village gate, vast pastures were spread across the fence.

Is this Maple Village?

Something... It's a good place...

Jonathan is new to Maple Village.

In the pasture, sheep were eating grass idyllically everywhere.

Time is flowing - very slowly.

Jonathan felt that such a village landscape would give her peace of mind.

The King's Capital was stoned, surrounded by buildings made of wood made of wood and painted with hustle and bustle.

Born and raised in such an environment, Jonathan had a very fresh view of the village.